I’m silently undressing her with my eyes from behind, a hunger inside me growing with each and every sway. A hunger I so badly want to feed and a thirst I want to quench.
“Can I ask what that is poking into my back?” she enquires.
A self assured grin has me kissing her temple, and I’m sure as hell hoping I’m not coming off as a creep. “You’ll find out soon enough if you like.” My fingers press into her hip, still managing to hold my beer bottle with my other hand. Glancing down over her shoulder, I can see the hardness of her nipples pebbling under the material of her tank as we dance. I so badly want to play with them as we stay in that close-knit backwards hug for the remainder of the song. Another plays right after andwe continue our sexy moves, her hips circling, her perky ass bumping me softly with the beat.
I can’t resist dragging one hand up her ribs, wanting to drag it up even further for a handful. “Mind if I touch?” I ask, on a breath that is losing out on me.
She shakes her head, lost in the moment as we dance like no one is watching us.
My hand wastes no time in moving its way to one of her glorious tits. It takes up the whole space of my palm as we continue to dance to the slow music. And as the lights flash low, I can’t resist running a thumb rub over her hard peak, back and forth. It’s as hard as my cock.
The closeness of this sexy and erotic dance with a stranger, our bodies contouring together like they were made to fit, make me want to combust. And we’ve barely looked each other in the eyes.
As soon as the song comes to an end, I waste no time and take hold of her wrist, tugging her away from the dance floor. I don’t really want to leave this spot, not with our bodies swaying like that to the sensual beat of another old classic. But if I don’t, I’m not going to stop myself from getting down and dirty with her right here and now. She follows willingly and I shrug toward Jake and the brunette as I go.
We both wheedle through the crowd quickly, never letting go of her tiny hand in mine as I try to guide us to a quieter area. I feel the warmth of her touch radiating through my body as I squeeze her hand. The contact feels intimate and familiar. I haven’t felt this turned on so fast in a long time. It’s not my usual style to pull a girl away from the dance floor, but tonight I can’t help myself.
That was sexy, and oh so close.
As soon as we round a corner, just off the hallway behind the bar, I guide her backwards until she presses into the wall.My hand skates down her cheek, the other moving from her hip, gliding back up to her perky breast as I give it a squeeze and another strum with my thumb. My head bows down to her neck where I inhale, a sigh escaping me from the feel of her soft skin. I bet she’d be soft everywhere.
I hear her raspy breath as she pulls me by the shirt to get closer to me. Now that’s the language I like to hear, taste, and feel… and I wanna feel her on my tongue.
“You’re so fucking tiny,” I murmur. My body is radiating heat like a sunbeam on high. There ain’t no turning down the dial. I feel so alive right now, so fucking energized. I need to get her out of here and into my bed as quickly as possible. “I need to taste you.”
I lift her chin with my finger as my lips find their way to graze hers. Soft at first, but the intensity is there between us and only rising. She makes a very satisfying moan in her throat, the buzz can be felt all the way down to my toes. I’m halfway between pushing my hard body into hers and contemplating lifting her up by the hips so she can wrap her legs around me. All sense has gone out the window. I pull back to check she’s okay. Her cute little smile tells me she’s into it.
My head dips and our lips meet again, or rather, my mouth finds its own way there. My tongue circles hers and her arm wraps around my waist, beckoning me closer. Whilst I know it’s reckless and insane, I could do so much more with her, and right now sure feels like the time.
Fuck it. We can at least have a little fun. I hoist her up by the waist, her delightful little squeal only encouraging me as I press my hips to hers, our kisses coming thicker and faster, hotter and harder. She grinds against my hard dick seductively, her back against the wall, my hips pinning her. The jostle of her tits in that tight tank has me wanting to yank it down and feast my eyes before I suck her nipples into my mouth and devour them. I’m atits guy through and through. The only thing that stops me from doing any such thing is where we are and a sudden hefty thump that lands on my back.
“Jay Jefferson at it again,” a familiar voice grunts from behind me. I pull back abruptly with J still wrapped around me and look over my shoulder. My annoyance at being interrupted turns into the ghost of a smile as I see Ulrich Muller, our massive goalkeeper, passing by. He doesn’t stop to chat, thank God, only to give me a thump and obviously point out my misgivings.
I turn back to blondie but she’s released her grip on me, holding her palm flat on my chest, as if she’s come to her senses about basically doing it against the wall. It’s not like she can go anywhere when I’m pinning her. I have to admit, Ulrich’s interruption has the same effect on me, too.
As our eyes connect, this gorgeous woman gasps like I’ve caught her off guard. As she continues to stare up at me, her pupils seem to dilate as wide as saucers.
“Jay?” she whispers, like she’s trying out my name to see how it sounds on her lips.
And fuck me if I don’t love it so damned much. I’d love to hear how it sounds wrapped around my dick.
“Look, I’m, uh… sorry about that.” I carefully lower her to the ground, her back sliding down the wall. Once she’s steady on her feet, I step back a little, running a hand through my hair. I glance down at her, palming the back of my neck. Once again noticing she doesn’t even come up to my shoulders.
The full penetration of her shocked face seems to settle on mine as I take a moment to study her features in the dim light flickering through the hallway; her cute button nose… a light dusting of freckles dot her cheeks… long lashes blink over large, deep blue eyes… soft lips… and that musical voice. I pause, then narrow my eyes as I hone in, studying her a little harder. Fuck. No wonder she seemed familiar earlier.
My pulse quickens immediately, a searing heat rising from my chest upwards, spreading up my neck and over my face as my heartbeat accelerates to match everything else.
Realization fully dawns on me. “Jade?” I splutter. Now it’s like I’m trying out her name to see how it fits.
I truly think I’m seeing things when it’s suddenly clear Jade Jones is staring up at me.
Jade fucking Jones. Oh fuck.
I open my mouth to say something else, I don’t know what, because the words don’t form quick enough and I end up closing my mouth and swallowing hard.
Did I really just chat up, grope-dance, kiss with-in an inch of my life, and wrap my best friend's little sister around my body? And then pin her with my erection, while contemplating carting her off to a more private venue like my bedroom, or the nearest flat surface?
Her frozen stare is still fixed on me. Her body is still unmoving. Other than her wide eyes, the rest of her features are frozen. All I know is she is blinking in rapid succession and that can’t be good.
